Chapter 310

Lin Dongfan and Jiang Huan Tian sparred for over an hour on the badminton court; setting aside whether exercise really prolongs life, it's true that he ended up drenched in foul sweat.

Lord Jiang's badminton skills can be described with just one word: "shit".

If one must use more words to describe it, it's "very shitty, very shitty"; a casually angled, tricky drop shot can make him run his legs off, and he still won't be able to return the ball.

But this doesn't prevent Lord Jiang from outshining everyone in the Jiang Lan bureaucracy.

No matter who he plays badminton against, Lord Jiang has never lost.

This time is no exception.

In the second half, Lin Dongfan basically played the role of a practice partner for Lord Jiang with a mindset of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, fully embodying the sporting spirit of "green leaves supporting red flowers," with no fault to be found.

Overall, Lin Dongfan was still quite happy about losing.

First, he gained the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, earning +1 merit.

Second, he also reached a consensus with Lord Jiang: I won't implicate nine clans in Jiang Lan; you support my capture of the fierce tiger of the Sun lineage. We'll advance hand in hand, and nobody will undermine anyone else.

After the exercise.

Kuang Chaosheng arrived on time to pick up and drop off; Lin Dongfan's Passat had already been sent by him to the 4S shop for repairs.

This time, Kuang Chaosheng's main focus is to do good deeds without worrying about the future!

He drove Lin Dongfan's car to the 4S shop, not only to replace the damaged bumper, but also to give the whole car its original factory paint and a full vehicle major maintenance.

It's expected to be ready for pickup in seven days.

Lin Dongfan and Jiang Huan Tian rode home together in the same car; Jiang Huan Tian suggested they have dinner together that evening. Lin Dongfan politely declined, as his sweet‑but‑naive wife had called from Wuzhou Airport earlier.

Today is his mother-in-law's 52nd birthday, and his sweet‑but‑naive wife has already arrived home.

Kuang Chaosheng first sent Jiang Huan Tian back to the Provincial Party Committee compound, then took Lin Dongfan back to his mother-in-law's home at the Place Municipal Party Committee compound. Although Father-in-law Chu Jinsong's current position actually qualifies him to live in the Provincial Party Committee compound, Old Chu has other considerations. Living in the Place Municipal Party Committee compound makes him a definite "chicken head"; living in the Provincial Party Committee compound would make him a "phoenix tail".

"Better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail!" That is Old Chu's practical consideration.

After Kuang Chaosheng dropped Lin Dongfan off at the Municipal Party Committee compound, he personally got out of the car to open the door for him: "Section Chief Lin, we've arrived."

"Sorry for the trouble today," Lin Dongfan said with a polite smile.

Kuang Chaosheng excitedly replied, "Section Chief Lin, please don't say that; this is all I should do. Once your car is repaired, I'll personally bring it back. Over the next few days, if you need a vehicle, just give me a call and I'll arrange it."

"No need to bother with the car; I still have another vehicle at home."

All Lin Dongfan could see on Kuang Chaosheng's face was a strong will to survive; he guessed this guy had been insomnia-ridden for several days, dreaming of being implicated in Gao Peng's affair.

Thanks to Lord Jiang for protecting you little shrimps.

And thanks to yourself for knowing how to behave.

Lin Dongfan asked with a smile, "Today is my mother-in-law's birthday; we haven't set up a banquet, just a small gathering of family at home to celebrate. Would you like to come in and sit awhile?"

"Thank you for the generous invitation, Section Chief Lin, but since you're having a small family gathering, I won't disturb you. Please pass on my regards to Teacher Shen, wishing her year after year of today, age after age of this moment."

"Hehe, then I won't insist; take care."

Lin Dongfan saw off Kuang Chaosheng, then turned to see his sweet‑but‑naive wife pushing the door open, her two beautiful big eyes smiling like two crescent moons: "Husband, I heard you speaking."

The next second she happily lunged forward and jumped onto Lin Dongfan.

She wrapped both arms around his neck.

She locked her legs around his waist.

At that moment, Lin Dongfan felt like a steel pipe, while his sweet‑but‑naive wife was a dancer on that pipe; the dancer's skill matters less than whether the pipe can hold up.

"Almost threw out my back," Lin Dongfan said, supporting her buttocks and feeling her weight change: "You seem to have really lost weight."

"Be confident, drop the 'seems' — I've truly returned to my original weight."

During her pregnancy, Chu Lingxi had gained a layer of fat all over, and even after giving birth she was still in baby-fat shape; to get her figure back to optimal, she has been exercising a lot lately.

She excitedly kissed Lin Dongfan on the mouth, flashing two charming little dimples: "Last night, as soon as I got your call, I immediately booked a flight. I told them it's my mom's birthday, and Dad even dragged me to bring her a gift. You all say Dad is unreasonable, but I think he's quite nice and not at all overbearing."

"That's because you gave the Lin Family a baby; if you hadn't, see if he'd whip you." Lin Dongfan hugged Chu Lingxi and walked toward the house.

All he saw was that the hall was empty.

Lin Dongfan asked Chu Lingxi, puzzled: "Where is my son?"

"Baby?"

Chu Lingxi stared, thinking for two seconds.

Suddenly, as if hitting the Ren and Du meridians, she exclaimed: "Ah! The baby is still in the bathtub!" She immediately jumped out of Lin Dongfan's arms and sprinted toward the bathroom.

"......???"

Lin Dongfan followed and took a look, breaking out in a black line of sweat.

The bathtub contained a shallow half‑basin of water; Ugly Treasure lay in the water, gnawing on a bar of soap, leaving his mouth full of soap bubbles.

Fortunately, there wasn't much water in the tub.

If the water were any deeper, Ugly Treasure could have drowned and nobody would have known.

Lin Dongfan asked in disbelief: "How did you toss Ugly Treasure into the bathtub?"

"I was just giving him a bath, heard you talking outside, so I went out to look, and then forgot the baby was still in the tub." Chu Lingxi lifted Ugly Treasure out of the bathtub, wrapped him in a soft towel, and while wiping him down said, "Ugly Treasure didn't cry at all, which shows nothing happened; don't worry."

"My son's life is tough; indeed nothing happened to him."

Lin Dongfan truly felt a mix of laughter and tears; back when he was in Jingcheng, they had a postpartum nurse providing 24‑hour care, and nobody could tell that his sweet‑but‑naive wife was a novice at forgetting the child.

If Old Master found out, he'd surely fly into a rage.

It's strange.

Ugly Treasure is still an oddball—left in the bathtub by his own mother, yet he doesn't cry or fuss.

Lin Dongfan said: "We should just hire a full‑time nanny to take care of the kid. My wife and I now have several billion in assets, so we're not short on this money. Hiring another nanny means providing another job for society. This is also serving the people; ordinary folks need work and need to eat."

"Husband, I completely agree with your view," Chu Lingxi replied with a grin. "So I've already asked my mom to get a nanny from the domestic‑service agency; she should be back soon."

"Not bad comprehension."

Lin Dongfan had just praised his sweet‑but‑naive wife when, the next second, he felt a bit dumbfounded.

The white towel on the towel rack was his face towel; he had bought it only a few days ago, and it was still clean this morning when he left the house, but now a yellow unknown substance was stuck to it.

Lin Dongfan took down the towel and smelled it, immediately frowning: "Did you use my face towel to wipe the baby's butt?"

"Yeah, the tissue fell into the water, so I just grabbed a towel." Chu Lingxi urged: "I'll wash the towel quickly; the ugly baby's poop smells terrible."

!!!

Honey, what's wrong?

Nothing, my brain's a bit short‑circuited. Take the ugly baby out.

Lin Dongfan silently comforted himself—there's no point arguing about this; his wife, no matter how foolish, must be pampered.

There's no way to argue about it; seeing her smug, silly‑sweet expression makes it clear that in her eyes, her husband's face and her son's butt are hardly different.